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[imthepilot]

Bodhi sends Galen a message late in the afternoon.

** I'm cooking. Come by when you're done for the day **

Both of them had been getting on with their own work during the day. Bodhi had been helping with the recovery. The landing pad was repaired enough for small bug haulers to start coming in. The tiny droid flyers were enough to shuttle food and equipment down from the large carriers in orbit. They brought news too. A new pad was being shipped in soon and the carriers would be able to ship the stricken crews out.

Probably a good thing too. Things were starting to get tense down in the barracks. Bodhi was very grateful for the room Galen had allowed him, to keep him away from the trouble. 

One of the bug flyers brought a load of fresh vegetables which Bodhi had managed to get into and was having a great time cooking with.

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[galen_erso]

"Stupid indeed," Galen says. "I never get why they had to put the code cylinders just there."

He brings up a hand to touch Bodhi's. He's going to get rid of this uniform, finally. Just a little more patience.

[imthepilot]

The pilot's off-duty uniform is a soft linen-like shirt and pants. And as his back heals, he's more able to wear it rather than the silky synthetic fabric the medic offered him.

Bodhi purrs softly and steals a long, long kiss, his fingers sliding under the opening of Galen's tunic.

[galen_erso]

Galen can now stroke Bodhi's back again without worry about hurting him, and he does so now, while returning the kiss.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi pops open the closures and peels the bib open, stroking down Galen's chest. "I should be cooking."

[galen_erso]

"Is there anything that could burn?" Galen asks, practically.

Because this is a kind of welcome possibly even better than Bodhi's food, which is saying something.

[imthepilot]

"One moment." He lets go just long enough to turn the hot-plate off. Before coming back over to kiss the slope of Galen's neck.

[galen_erso]

Galen sighs with pleasure, and tilts back his head. "I can help -- later," he promises.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi shakes his head and runs a hand through Galen's hair. "Later." It's a promise.

"The tunic has to go."

[galen_erso]

"Yes," Galen says, closing his eyes. "Off with it."

He tried to reach up to help, but fumbles.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi makes a soft, hushing sound and steps back from Galen half a step. He presses both hands flat to Galen's stomach. He slides them up and out slowly. Covering Galen's chest before moving into and over his shoulders. Very smoothly, he pushed the tunic up and off Galen's shoulders.

[galen_erso]

Galen's chest relaxes and expands under Bodhi's touch. He only realises now how tense he had been, running around and organising things, already apprehensive towards the moment when they would part, and things would get moving.

[imthepilot]

"You make me wish I knew something about massage. You look like you need it."

[galen_erso]

"Your touch is good enough," Galen says, smiling. "Like there. Yes!"

[imthepilot]

Bodhi rubs his hands warmly and strongly over Galen's chest and shoulders. "Like this?"

[galen_erso]

"Yes, that, there," Galen says, relaxing even more under Bodhi's hands. He leans in for another kiss.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi leans into the kiss, moving his hands slowly and firmly over Galen's body.

[galen_erso]

"Oh yes, Bodhi," Galen murmurs, giving himself over to the touch. They can get Bodhi naked in a moment -- now, this touch is all that counts.

[imthepilot]

"Hedonist." Bodhi teases, his thumb tracing circles in the hollows of Galen's collarbones.

[galen_erso]

"Oh yes," Galen moans, "always, when you do that!"

He tilts his head back, invitingly.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi strokes gently up Galen's neck and down the back of his neck and down his shoulders.

[galen_erso]

"Bodhi..." he sighs, reaching out for him, almost blindly.

[imthepilot]

"I'm here." Bodhi smiles, stepping into Galen's touch. "Why don't you lay down on the bed? Let me relax you some more."

[galen_erso]

Galen smiles, but he doesn't step back yet, pulling Bodhi closer instead, stroking his back and pulling at his shirt.

[imthepilot]

Bodhi laughs and untucks the shirts, letting Galen stroke his skin.

The burns still have a strange feeling to them, sensitive at the edges and dulled towards the middle where the scarring is deepest.

[galen_erso]

Galen runs his hands over the scars, familiar and tender. He knows them, has taken care of them, seen them heal.

Because they are here, he is still here, too.